Hai Yunfeng was still basking in the joy of his daughter talking to him, grinning like a fool. "Bao'er, are you hungry? Thirsty? Don't just stand there, hurry and sit down for a rest." Saying this, he went to pull his own chair.
The assistant's eyes widened, "Minister, this is your chair, you're the head..." Oh my! Oh heavens! The minister is losing it, his chair, the chair of the leader of the General Political Department, can it be casually given to someone to sit?
Even without any clear regulation, isn't this a bit too casual? This is the command center, not anywhere else.
"No problem!" Hai Yunfeng dragged his chair in front of An'an, "Bao'er, you rest a bit first."
An'an gave him a skeptical look, could this man be out of his mind?
If Hai Yunfeng knew what his daughter was thinking, he'd probably spit blood.
